Tatsuya could only watch. The shared room became a theater. Kenji’s voice dropped to that velvet register Tatsuya had heard him use on difficult clients.
Kenji stood up, walking toward the bathroom, phone in hand. He whispered to Tatsuya: “Stay there. Listen.” Shared room NTR A night on a business trip wher...
Tatsuya looked at Kenji. Kenji shrugged with that infuriating, relaxed grin. “Fine by me. We’re both adults. Just don’t snore.” Tatsuya could only watch
From the bathroom, Kenji walked out with only a towel around his waist, water dripping down his toned torso. He waved at the phone. “Hey, Hana-chan! Don’t worry, I’ll get your husband drunk and he’ll sleep like a baby.” Kenji stood up, walking toward the bathroom, phone in hand
“Because you don’t listen,” Kenji said, turning his head. The intimacy of the shared room—the proximity of their pillows, the shared sound of breathing—dissolved the usual social walls. “You see her as a mother. I see her as a woman.”